Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxette. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.